Chapter 102: Plateau Class 72

"What deal?"

Modi asked with concern.

After all, this was Eagle Country, the number one power on the blue planet.

A little bit leaking from between their fingernails would be enough to feed the whole of Bharat.

"Our president said that you need to, with that country over there,"

"create some trouble,"

"disturb their environment."

Hans said while pointing his hand in the direction of Dongda.

"Double happiness!"

Modi's heart was frantically reporting good news.

This period of time just happened to be the time for the general election.

Although Modi had already served three terms as president,

who would dislike power?

Not to mention that the flames of revenge and war had already been ignited among the people regarding the Kashmir region between Pakistan and Bharat.

But Modi didn't want to fight just like that.

The fruits of victory brought by occupying the Kashmir region were too rich.

He needed to taste them at a critical moment.

And now, if he agreed to the conditions proposed by Eagle Country,

the return later was one aspect,

but diverting the public's attention was the key.

Modi cleared his throat gently.

"Hans, I'm afraid I can't comply with this. After all, Dongda's strength over there is also very strong."

"We want to create trouble,"

"but it also requires our boys to sacrifice their lives."

"Although returning to Shiva is also an honor,"

"but..."

Modi didn't say the words that followed.

Although the words all expressed refusal,

they all left room for maneuver.

If one understood political language, then Hans should know that any unclear refusal was a disguised agreement.

It was just because the conditions weren't enough.

Now, Modi was waiting, waiting for Hans to propose more generous terms.

Hans heard this, but asked unexpectedly: "President Modi, I guarantee the conditions are very generous."

Modi looked dumbfounded; did this kid not understand what I said?

At this time, Hans took out a letter of intent for cooperation

and handed it to Modi.

Modi took it in his hand and opened it.

He found that the conditions inside were extremely generous.

"Proposal regarding the transfer of manufacturing."

"Proposal regarding the entry of Bharat's financial industry."

"Proposal regarding the sale of Eagle Country's active equipment to Bharat."

And so on, and so on.

It contained proposals for political, economic, diplomatic, and military aspects.

This immediately made Modi look at Hans, who he thought was stupid just a moment ago, with extra favor.

At this moment, Hans came over and leaned close to Modi's ear.

"Mr. President told me that if this matter is handled beautifully,"

"Mr. President said that it is possible to cast a sacred vote in favor of Bharat at the UN meeting."

This sentence completely made Modi sincerely help Eagle Country.

There was no other reason; the temptation was truly too great.

Permanent member of the UN Security Council!

This title didn't just represent a vote.

That was the division of international interests!

In other words, that was white, shiny silver, and golden gold!

Including Modi, three presidents, in 7 terms, someone in every term would apply at the UN to elevate Bharat to a permanent member of the Security Council.

But it had never passed.

Presumably, this time, with the promise of the Eagle Country president,

it should be done.

Thinking of Bharat being elevated to a permanent member of the Security Council,

the moment of national celebration, the moment that would bring Modi huge prestige, Modi would become the de facto monarch of India.

Thinking of all this, Modi couldn't help but get excited.

He also looked at Hans with extra favor.

It was just that he didn't notice that all the wording in the treaty was "proposal."

Modi shook Hans's hand

and asked kindly.

"Hans, are you married?"

"Not yet."

Hans said shyly.

"After the treaty is signed, I will definitely introduce a marriage to you."

"The other party is a Brahmin, you know."

Modi said with a wink.

"Hahaha. That would be great."

Hans's saliva was almost flowing out of the corner of his mouth.

Far away in Southern Tibet,

on the high mountains,

Plateau Class 72 was cooking in the camp.

Squad leader Jiao Xingchen was throwing firewood in,

trying to make the fire burn a little brighter.

Here, at an altitude of 4,000 meters,

water boiling is no longer at 100 degrees.

Because the atmospheric pressure is constantly dropping,

the boiling point of water is also getting lower and lower.

This makes eating a difficult thing.

What was being cooked in the pot was highland barley porridge.

These things were sent over by fellow villagers nearby.

While Jiao Xingchen was cooking,

the door suddenly opened.

Cold wind suddenly rushed in,

lowering the temperature inside the room by at least 10 degrees.

The person who came in was fully armed, wrapped in warm clothes like a rice dumpling.

He hurriedly closed the door

and sat on the ground panting heavily.

"Ha, ha, ha."

Jiao Xingchen saw this and immediately went up to drag this person to the side of the stove

to let him warm up by the fire.

Jiao Xingchen took off his clothes.

"Ouch!"

This piece of clothing was already buried in snow.

It was extremely difficult to take off.

Jiao Xingchen put the clothes on the floor,

and the floor made a "thud" sound.

Second layer, third layer, fourth layer, fifth layer.

After that, he finally took off his clothes.

Jiao Xingchen kept rubbing his body.

Finally, after a few minutes,

that person finally woke up.

"Squad leader?"

"Alright, alright."

"We are already in the camp now."

"Xiao Long."

"Phew." Long Haochen exhaled a breath of turbid air.

"So, so cold."

"Are Brother Chen and the others back yet?"

Long Haochen asked.

"No." Jiao Xingchen said while helping him recover his body.

"Sigh, this patrol is truly hard to endure."

"Especially with the heavy snow blocking the mountains recently."

"It's all white snow."

"I'm afraid of falling down if I'm not careful."

Long Haochen said with a bitter smile.

"Hahaha, you kid."

"When you first came, I remember you frolicking in the snow every day."

Jiao Xingchen said with a smile.

He had been stationed at this remote outpost for five years.

From the high-spirited young man he once was,

he had already become a mature and steady pillar.

"Hi, squad leader, don't talk about that anymore."

"That was all last year's business."

"You're still talking about it."

Long Haochen said embarrassedly.

He was from the Guangdong side.

Since childhood, he had only seen the sea and had never experienced sub-zero temperatures.

When he was conscripted, he saw this place

and immediately decided to sign up.

Now that he thought about it, Long Haochen felt that his brain was full of water at that time.

After coming over and seeing the snow, the white, shiny snow...

He was extremely excited.

But he hadn't been out for an hour before he was dragged back by squad leader Jiao Xingchen.

He almost suffered from hypothermia and died outside.

Because of this incident, the comrades in the squad laughed at him for more than a year.

"You'll get used to it, kid."

"The advantage of our place is that there's plenty of meat."

"Hahaha!"

Jiao Xingchen said, finding joy in bitterness.

"That's true, meat at every meal."

"Even if I saw a green blade of grass, I would want to stuff it into my mouth!"

Long Haochen said.

"Then you're in luck, kid."

"Tomorrow is the day for supplies again."

Jiao Xingchen stood up and looked out the window. ===== CHAPTER 103 =====